 The Raw Boned PsalmsRed In My HeadI took a walk down the hall I banged my fist against the door I tossed a quarter to the whore The Camera flashes in my eyes I spread the news she spreads her thighs Red, red in my head Red, red in my head I grabbed her knuckles and I yanked them all I bent her in half like a barbie doll Love, hate, viscerate Take this flesh and meditate I sat there with her We sat there 2 She said to me What should we do Well, I know some tricks and I'll show them to you Your mother won't mind at all if I do To you The poor little girl The poor little girl The poor little girl didn't know what to say For her mother was out of the house today Today Today Red, red in my head Red, red in my head (?) The poor little girl The poor little girl The poor little girl didn't know what to say For her mother was out of the house today Today Today Red, red in my head Red, red in my head (?) Red, red they call me red Red, in bed The girl 
Son of ManNew York city Son of Sam With a gun in hand He rapes the women of our land Blood and family does his death depravity Keep out of his way live to lie another day He was told to kill Dogs and Demons gave him will Fear and roaming nights Some remember hating life Nobody wants him, He just stares at the world Planning his vengance, That he weilds on the world Now the time is here For Son of Sam to spread fear Mother holy ghost, wicked son who kills the most Nobody wants him, They just turn their heads Nobody helps him, Lord he has his revenge Gunshots full of lead Fills his victims full of dread Running as fast as they can Son of Sam killed again!!!!! Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill.......
IV-TVMade our lives this simple stain Drove the children from their chores Handcrafted housewives into whores So sly the snake, it ate our brains Injecting poison in our veins TV-mind hints with rhymes Your face is cracked and filled with lines The light's a game that changed our name Made our lives this simple stain Intravenous TV screens ultra-violence is all he sees Ride the lightning to the skies Smack the clouds and watch them cry The light's a game that changed our name Made our lives this simple stain All we do is fight For what we think is right Sound that might be wrecked by sight Denial taking human life The clouds go by the children run 'Cuze there's no stars in the sun Water falling from the spout Into wanting thirsty mouths The light's a game that changed our name Made our lives this simple stain Made our lives this simple stain Made our lives this simple stain All we do is fight For what we think is right Sound that might be wrecked by sight Denial taking human life All we do is fight For what we think is right Sound that might be wrecked by sight Endless blinding cathode light
Talk of One, Thought of NoneI'm awakened by the incessant ringing of a telephone I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes and my mouth is dry and tastes shitty Again the ringing Slowly I bustle out of bed The remnants of an erection still lingering in my shorts like a bothersome guest Again the ringing Carefully I abscond to the bathroom As to not display my manhood to others There I make the perfunctory morning faces Which always seem to precede my daily contribution To the once-blue toilet water That I always enjoy making green Again the ringing I shake twice like most others and I'm annoyed by the dribble that always seems to remain Causing a small acreage of wetness on the front of my briefs I slowly languidly, lazily, crazily, Stumble into the den Where my father smokes his guitars I mean cigars In his easy chair I know all about easy chairs and then I sing a song for my friends Jesus is my boyfriend Jesus is my boyfriend You can't have him Because jesus is my boyfriend Ringing ringing Dang it goddamn motherfucking son-of-a-bitch is ringing I walk into the kitchen and I Stare blankly at that shrieking plastic bastard Since it keeps ringing I know it's her and since it keeps ringing she knows it's me We are the world, we are the children We are the ones who make a darker day So let's start killing There's a choice you're making We're sparing our own lives It's true we'll make a darker day Just you and me
#2Meat for a QueenThrow grubsteaks on the offering plate Supplication congregation Count the creases in your face Prophet preaches hypocrisy Disemboweling heresy and your falsities and your falsities and your falisfied sexuaullity You cant prove anything that happened yesterday...now is the only thing that's real The sky was purple and my eyes were red I fell from the firmament upon my head Was it something something something I said? One day people gonna make me dead Caught in this dream Can't hear me scream It's another variation on my theme I'm omnipotent fiend I'm Meat for a queen My hair runs black and my eyes go green You Can't prove anything. You Can't prove anything You don't need your worthless mortal body Belief is just a pitiful noose Your god is cerebral masturbation and satan is your sorry excuse Fuck fuck fuck fuck You cant prove anything that happened yesterday...now the only thing that's real You don't need your worthless mortal body Belief is just a pitiful noose Your god is cerebral masturbation and satan is your sorry excuse You don't need your worthless mortal body You don't need your worthless mortal body You don't need your worthless mortal body Belief is just a pitiful noose You Can't prove anything
She's Not My GirlfriendIt shivers like a toad She tries to understand the Tiny lump that's down inside her throat It goes Suck suck Suck suck Suck suck Her head is in my lap It twists and coughs and sings Her hair is in my grasp It hangs and swings like swollen strings It goes Suck suck Suck suck Suck suck Her face is inside out An open book report I read what she's about and she's filled with words that hurt It goes Suck suck Suck suck Suck suck Sometimes I want her in Sometimes I want her out My perception of sin Is filled with pain and fear and doubt She she she she she, She isn't my girlfriend No no, I'm not who you think I am She she she, She isn't my girlfriend No no, I'm not who you think I am Her clothes are on the ground A crumpled rainbow mass She's scattered all around And she's scattered now like broken glass It goes Suck suck Suck suck Suck suck Sometimes I want her in Sometimes I want her out My perception of sin Is filled with pain and fear and doubt She she she she she she, She isn't my girlfriend No no, I'm not who you think I am She she she, She isn't my girlfriend No no, I'm not who you think I am She she she, She isn't my girlfriend
Junk The Magic DragonWar hall painted callio-trips Spining, spining, spin again Coke, tar, crystal methane thrill Cash in dime for a ride My brain like eggs is cracked and fried Cash in dime for a ride My brain like eggs is cracked and fried Junk the magic dragon lives, in my pain Junk the magic dragon, yeah Love will always end, it ends in pain (?) Bones are pulled so tight on skin like canvas tent poles or something I need smiles on my lips Oh, but it gives incentives Cash in dime for a ride My brain like eggs is cracked and fried Cash in dime for a ride My stone black jeans look just real fine Junk the magic dragon lives, in my pain Junk the magic dragon, yeah Love will always end, it ends in pain (?)
Justify My LoveI want you to chew my balls In Paris, Niagara Falls I want you to lick my toes Los Angeles, San Francisco With the fags and the ho's. Wanting, waiting for you to justify my love For you to justify my love... Oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh. Wanting, waiting for you to justify my love Wanting, waiting for you to justify my love
Satan On FireCat In The HatIt was too wet to play. So we sat in the house All that cold, cold, wet day I sat there with Sally. We sat there, we two. And I said "How I wish We had something to do!" Too wet to go out And too cold to play ball. So we sat in the house. We did nothing at all. So all we could do was to Sit! Sit! Sit! Sit! And we did not like it. Not one little bit. *BUMP* And then Something went bump! How that bump made us jump! We looked! Then we saw him step in on the mat! We looked! And we saw him! The Cat in the Hat! And he said to us, "Why do you sit there like that?" "I know it is wet And the sun is not sunny. But we can have Lots of good fun that is funny!" "I know some good games we could play," Said the cat. "I know some new tricks," Said the Cat in the Hat. "A lot of good tricks. I will show them to you. Your mother Will not mind at all if I do." Then Sally and I Did not know what to say. Our mother was out of the house For the day. But our fish said, "No! No! Make that cat go away! Tell that Cat in the Hat You do NOT want to play. You should not be here. You should not be about. You should not be here When your mother is out!" "Now! Now! Have no fear. Have no fear!" said the cat. "My tricks are not bad," Said the Cat in the Hat. "Why, we can have Lots of good fun, if you wish, With a game that I call UP-UP-UP with a fish!" "Put me down!" said the fish. "This is no fun at all! Put me down!" said the fish. "I do NOT wish to fall!" "Have no fear!" said the cat. "I will not let you fall. I will hold you up high As I stand on a ball. With a book in one hand! And a cup on my hat! But that is not ALL I can do!" Said the cat... "Look at me! Look at me now!" said the cat. "With a cup and a cake On the top of my hat! I can hold TWO books! I can hold up the fish! And a little toy ship! And some milk on a dish! And look! I can hop up and down on the ball! But that is not all! Oh, no. That is not all... "Look at me! Look at me! Look at me NOW! It is fun to have fun From up there on the ball. And Sally and I, We saw ALL the things fall! And our fish came down, too. He fell into a pot! He said, "Do I like this? Oh, no! I do not. This is not a good game," Said out fish as he lit. "No, I do not like it, Not one little bit!" "Now look what you did!" Said the fish to the cat. "Now look at this house!
Devil In My Lunchbox721-3383 names Denis, Later Sometimes I'll...I'll just bring Maybe an action figure or two you know Other times I'll bring my garlic spread You know the garlic spread Cuze the garlic spread's important And then you just walk around And people always come up And they're always saying What do ya got in your lunchbox? And for the most part it's usually my lunch You goddamn cunt! I get so mad... But you know Sometimes I'll just (??).. I just... Scream! Hit it! There's a devil in my lunchbox There's a devil in my lunchbox He's right over there next to the peanut butter and jelly sandwich and the banana That's right... There is a devil, in my lunchbox There is a devil, in my lunchbox He's just hanging out by the peanut butter and jelly sandwich And the banana that sometimes you gotta bruise like one of them strippers at the peach tree lounge That's on power line road right next to the (??) by the 7-11 Devil in my lunchbox There's a devil in my lunchbox He's just hanging out by the peanut butter and jelly sandwich There is a devil there is a devil There is a devil in my lunchbox... There is a devil in my lunchbox... Devil devil devil in my lunchbox Devil devil devil in my lunchbox Devil devil devil in my lunchbox Devil devil devil in my lunchbox Devil devil devil in my lunchbox Devil devil devil in my lunchbox Devil devil devil in my lunchbox Devil devil devil in my lunchbox Devil devil devil in my lunchbox
Number 9He looks at the earring "Fag" he mumbles I don't mind, he's fat No one likes him life's too short I pass a table of black girls with short hair They look like, men They all look the same I can hear the strobe now It's loud and the music's too bright I look for my friends but I can't remember if I came alone or, not doesn't matter though There's hundreds of people who have waited all their lives No doubt to be my friend *cough cough* And as I near the bar I see two persons Eating each other's faces I bark to the bartender He gives me a placebo I'm so young he tells me to be here I nod and swallow the bland drink Then I stumble several times near a crowd and they think I'm a good dancer I hear a girl tell anther girl that some girl she knows watched a....girl Puke in the toilet I smile in their general direction The good looking one comes over and bites my cheek It hurts and I start to hit her But she's grinning And I can see my blood on her teeth And I pull her to me My place or yours? "The gutter will be fine," she confesses As we walk out She takes another bite from my cheek And I smile at the fat man By the door
Those Fucking BitchesFucking stupid whores, they're dykes Those fucking bitches! Fucking stupid whores, they're dykes Thanks for killing my-thanks for killing my- Thanks for killing my mom Those fucking bitches! Those fucking bitches! Those fucking bitches! Those fucking bitches! Those fucking bitches! Fucking stupid whores, they're dykes Those fucking bitches! Thanks for killing my- Those fucking bitches! Thanks for killing my- Those fucking bitches! Thanks for killing my mom Those fucking bitches! Th-th-th-thanks for killing my mom Those fucking bitches! Those fucking bitches! Those fucking bitches! Those fucking bitches! Those fucking bitches! Those fucking bitches! Fucking stupid whores, they're dykes Those fucking bitches! Thanks for-Thanks for-thanks
Big Black BusWhite KnucklesSolid ground beginning to crack I pulled her down and down and down I lost my breath I thought I'd drown Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you You pulled me through with white knuckles Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you You pulled me through with white knuckles Her leg my hand a smoldering brand Sticking to her wet, body like sand Her place distaste we fell from grace Red smears across our face Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you You pulled me through with white knuckles Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you You pulled me through with white knuckles White knuckles White knuckles White knuckles White knuckles
My MonkeyI had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo Knocked my monkey koo koo And now my monkey's dead At least he looks that way But then again don't we all I'm the Pope, I'm ten times the pope, I'm a fifty times the Pope But I'm the Pope in the hills and in the mountains I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo Knocked my monkey koo koo And now my monkey's dead... Yeah he's dead... Poor little monkey Lying down, on the ground, with his head stuffed under his arms My monkey my monkey my monkey bought the farm I play music, people are affected by the music I play That doesn't mean I direct the traffic That I put a knife in somebody's hand Tell them to go kill somebody... We are our own wicked gods With little g's and big dicks Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise heh heh yeah... I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo Knocked my monkey koo koo And now my monkey's dead Dead...dead my monkeys dead he's dead Now why why... I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo Knocked my monkey koo koo And now my monkey's dead The primates scream of consonance is a reflection of his own minds dissonance Redrum!
Same Strange DogmaThis is unreal Burn burn burn Burn the witches Burn the witches Don't take time to sew the stitches Burn the witches Burn the witches Don't take time to sew the stitches Hand shake ring sign Snake eye bite mine Hand shake ring sign Snake eye bite mine I don't need your hate Burn burn I decide my fate Burn burn burn burn Burn your bridges Burn your bridges Don't take time to sew your stitches Burn your bridges Burn your bridges Don't take time to sew your stitches Levi crowley golden dawn Strange same dogma on and on I don't need your hate Burn burn I decide my fate We don't viscerate Your mind masturbates Burn you fucker Burn burn burn burn Burn and burn and burn the witches Burn and burn and burn the witches Burn and burn and burn the witches Don't take time to sew your stitches Burn burn Burn burn Burn burn Burn you fucker Burn the witches Burn Burn the witches Burn burn Burn the witches Burn No age no pain no gray hair Strange same dogma I don't care I don't need your hate Burn burn I decide my fate Burn you fucker We don't viscerate Burn burn Your mind masturbates Burn burn I don't need your hate I decide my fate Burn you fucker Burn you fucker This is unreal Burn the witches burn the witches Don't take time to sew your stitches Burn the witches burn the witches Don't take time to sew your stitches Burn burn Burn the witches Burn burn Burn burn
Red In My HeadI took a walk down the hall I banged my fist against the door I tossed a quarter to the whore The camera flashes in my eyes I spread the news she spreads her thighs Red, red in my head Red, red in my head I grabbed her knuckles and I yanked them all I bent her in half like a barbie doll Love, hate, viscerate Take this flesh and meditate I sat there with her We sat there too She said to me What should we do Well, I know some tricks And I'll show them to you Your mother won't mind at all if I do To you The poor little girl The poor little girl The poor little girl didn't know what to say For her mother was out of the house today Today Today Red, red in my head Red, red in my head I didn't exactly kill her, it was an accident Please stop tickling me The poor little girl The poor little girl The poor little girl didn't know what to say For her mother was out of the house today Today Today Red, red in my head Red, red in my head She was evil you had to kill her Please stop Please stop Please stop tickling me Red, red they call me red Red, in the bed The girl
Grist-O-lineDune BuggyAnd the girls would drive the dune buggy while the guys shot the machine gun We'd swoop down on the town and kill everyone that wasn't beautiful Take it out take it out Take it out take it out Take it out Dog god, bites my face Rip it out by the roots Rip it out by the roots From my skull Goddamn toilet washes me away Cuze I am the Choklit Cow Choklit Cow Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how Choklit Cow Choklit Cow Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how trippin this trippin this trippin this trippin this trippin that Smile like, a cheshire cat Get it out get it out Get it out get it out Get it out of your skull You're just a doll I make sometimes to play Take me down now Hole in the ground The little girls think That I'm so sweet Mocked up and down Heart like a ghost town Spirits of the world Cower at my feet Take it out take it out Take it out take it out Take it out Dog god, bites my face Rip it out by the roots Rip it out by the roots Rip it out Goddamn toilet washes me away Cuze I am the Choklit Cow Choklit Cow Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how Choklit Cow Choklit Cow Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how I am the Choklit Cow Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how I am the Choklit Cow Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how
Cake and SodomyI am the god of Fuck Virgins sold in quantity Herded by heredity Redneck burnt out midwest mind "Who said date rape isn't kind?" Porno! porno! Porno nation evaluation What's this "time for segregation?" libido libido fascination too much oral defecation White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy Yeah! Time for cake and sodomy Yeah! Time for cake and sodomy I am the god of Fuck I am the god of Fuck VCR's and vaseline T.V. fucked by plastic queens Cash in hand and a dick on screen Who said god was ever clean? Bible, bible Bible Belt round anglo waist Putting sinners to there place Yeah, right, great, if your so good Explain the shit stains on your face White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy Yeah! Time for cake and sodomy Yeah! Time for cake and sodomy
Meat For A QueenThrow grubsteaks on the offering plate Supplication congregation Count the creases in your face Prophet preaches hypocrisy Disemboweling heresy And your falsities and your falsities And your falsified sexuality You can't prove anything that happened yesterday...now is the only thing that's real The sky was purple and my eyes were red I fell from the firmament upon my head Was it something something something I said? One day people gonna make me dead Caught in this dream Can't hear me scream It's another variation on my theme I'm omnipotent fiend I'm meat for a queen My hair runs black and my eyes go green You can't prove anything. You can't prove anything You don't need your worthless mortal body Belief is just a pitiful noose Your god is cerebral masturbation And satan is your sorry excuse Fuck fuck fuck fuck You can't prove anything that happened yesterday...now the only thing that's real You don't need your worthless mortal body Belief is just a pitiful noose Your god is cerebral masturbation And satan is your sorry excuse You don't need your worthless mortal body You don't need your worthless mortal body You don't need your worthless mortal body Belief is just a pitiful noose You can't prove anything
She's Not My GirlfriendIt shivers like a toad She tries to understand the Tiny lump that's down inside her throat It goes Suck suck Suck suck Suck suck Her head is in my lap It twists and coughs and sings Her hair is in my grasp It hangs and swings like swollen strings It goes Suck suck Suck suck Suck suck Her face is inside out An open book report I read what she's about And she's filled with words that hurt It goes Suck suck Suck suck Suck suck Sometimes I want her in Sometimes I want her out My perception of sin Is filled with pain and fear and doubt She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend No no, I'm not who you think I am She she, she isn't my girlfriend No no, I'm not who you think I am Her clothes are on the ground A crumpled rainbow mass She's scattered all around And she's scattered now like broken glass It goes Suck suck Suck suck Suck suck Sometimes I want her in Sometimes I want her out My perception of sin Is filled with pain and fear and doubt She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend No no, I'm not who you think I am She she, she isn't my girlfriend No no, I'm not who you think I am She she, she isn't my girlfriend
After-School SpecialNegative ThreeYour high school pictures Your words can't begin to Satisfy my needs Give me your hand I'll never Give you flowers Your touch can't begin to Satisfy my... I can't save you from me this time You can't save you Nothing comes between you and I Don't know what you see In my negativity I know, you know It's one part you three parts me, yeah Don't know what you see In my negativity I know, you know Three parts me Show me your scars Show me your broken mirrors Your dreams can't begin to Satisfy my... I can't save you from me this time You can't hide from me Can't hide what's inside In your mind Don't know what you see In my negativity I know, you know It's one part you three parts me, yeah Don't know what you see In my negativity I know, you know Three parts me Don't know what you see In my negativity I know, you know It's one part you three parts me, yeah Don't know what you see In my negativity I know, you know It's one part you three parts me, yeah Don't know what you see In my negativity Always has and always will be Three parts me... Three parts me...
LunchboxShut up! I'm making my lunch! Shut up! I'm making my lunch! Bring you down I'm making my lunch! I'm making my lunch! On we plow The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest try to tell me tell me he's the best But I don't really give a good god damn cause I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well now Now, I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well now Now, I got the on we plow! On we plow On we plow Some day, I wanna grow up to be A big time rock and roll star So no one fucks with me, yeah Shut up! I'm making my lunch! I'm making my lunch! I got the pencils in my pocket try to put me down Want to go out gotta get down To the playground gonna throw down at the playground I wanna go out Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker Pow pow pow Pow pow pow Pow pow pow Pow pow pow Some day, I wanna grow up to be A big time rock and roll star So no one fucks with me, yeah Some day, I wanna grow up to be A big time rock and roll star So no one fucks with me Some day, I wanna grow up to be A big time rock and roll star So no one fucks with me, yeah
Choklit FactoryHe was standing right behind me looking up at the factory Just before he left he said "Nobody every goes in, and nobody every comes out" Where's the choklit? Where's the choklit? Where's the choklit? One boy entertained by The torments of another soul Touching was confusing And he found he was all alone He sought salvation In the darkness of the choklit Sweets soaked insecurities And sugar teased his need to kill Peel back, the faces We hide within our choklit shell Some know indulgence Some know and some go much too far Where's the-where's the choklit? They came hypnotized by The promise in his somber grin He saw s-s-s-something In the weakness of their skin Peel back, the faces We hide within our choklit shell Some know indulgence Some know and some go much too far little suprises around every corner but nothing too dangerous Is it raining is it snowing? Is a hurricane a blowing? Not a speck of light is showing So the danger must be growing Are the fires of hell a glowing? Is the grizzly reaper mowing? Yes the danger must be growing For the rowers keep on rowing Not showing signs of slowing Any sign that they are slowing Faster faster faster faster Faster faster faster faster Faster faster faster faster Faster faster faster faster Jeff saved for later His prizes of iniquity Polaroids to covet And bones to hide in 213 Peel back, the faces We hide within our choklit shell Some know indulgence Some know and some go...
CyclopsWe are all evil inside Cyclops woman got one eye in her head Mascera-clotted vision she is fed Cyclops woman can't see nothing at all She got a pin-prick spiral hole We are all We are all evil inside She can't see nothing, nothing at all She can't see nothing, nothing at all Cyclops woman dying in her shell Guilt got her trapped in nailed in well Cyclops woman is the eye of the world Who's reflection's in the re-ti-na? She paints her eyes blackest of all She paints her eyes blackest of all Dialate Dialate We are all evil inside We are all evil inside We are all evil inside We are all evil inside
LunchboxDune BuggyAnd the girls would drive the dune buggy while the guys shot the machine gun We'd swoop down on the town and kill everyone that wasn't beautiful Take it out take it out Take it out take it out Take it out Dog god, bites my face Rip it out by the roots Rip it out by the roots From my skull Goddamn toilet washes me away Cuze I am the Choklit Cow Choklit Cow Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how Choklit Cow Choklit Cow Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how trippin this trippin this trippin this trippin this trippin that Smile like, a cheshire cat Get it out get it out Get it out get it out Get it out of your skull You're just a doll I make sometimes to play Take me down now Hole in the ground The little girls think That I'm so sweet Mocked up and down Heart like a ghost town Spirits of the world Cower at my feet Take it out take it out Take it out take it out Take it out Dog god, bites my face Rip it out by the roots Rip it out by the roots Rip it out Goddamn toilet washes me away Cuze I am the Choklit Cow Choklit Cow Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how Choklit Cow Choklit Cow Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how I am the Choklit Cow Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how I am the Choklit Cow Ask forgiveness and I'll show you how
My MonkeyI had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo Knocked my monkey koo koo And now my monkey's dead At least he looks that way But then again don't we all I'm the Pope, I'm ten times the pope, I'm a fifty times the Pope But I'm the Pope in the hills and in the mountains I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo Knocked my monkey koo koo And now my monkey's dead... Yeah he's dead... Poor little monkey Lying down, on the ground, with his head stuffed under his arms My monkey my monkey my monkey bought the farm I play music, people are affected by the music I play That doesn't mean I direct the traffic That I put a knife in somebody's hand Tell them to go kill somebody... We are our own wicked gods With little g's and big dicks Sadistic and constantly inflicting a slow demise heh heh yeah... I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo Knocked my monkey koo koo And now my monkey's dead Dead...dead my monkeys dead he's dead Now why why... I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo Knocked my monkey koo koo And now my monkey's dead The primates scream of consonance is a reflection of his own minds dissonance Redrum!
Learning to SwimI like the way he swims I bend my arms to fins Ego scales my skin I grab a sharp stick And I cut my gills The water rushes in... I'm too young To live this life I wanna be the fish I like the way he swims I grab a sharp stick I'm too young to live Inside this life They want me to stay This life I cannot feign They want me to stay This life I cannot feign They want me to stay This life I cannot feign
Cake And SodomyI am the god of Fuck Virgins sold in quantity Herded by heredity Redneck burnt out midwest mind "Who said date rape isn't kind?" Porno porno, porno porno Porno nation evaluation What's this "time for segregation?" libido libido fascination too much oral defecation White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy, yeah! Time for cake and sodomy, yeah! Time for cake and sodomy I am the god of Fuck I am the god of Fuck VCR's and vaseline T.V. fucked by plastic queens Cash in hand and a dick on screen Who said god was ever clean? Bible Belt round anglo waist Putting sinners in there place Yeah, right, great, if your so good Explain the shit stains on your face White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy Yeah! Time for cake and sodomy Yeah! Time for cake and sodomy
The Family JamsDope HatThe Manson family, was a music group The music group I had was called the Family Jams and all the girls sang in the music group and all the guys played in the music group It had nothing to do with the cult It was a music group The great Hoo Doo, oh-ho, will perform a feat of prestidigitation! I peek into the hole I struggle for control The children love the show But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes Fail to see the anguish in my eyes I scratch around the brim I let my mind give in, yeah yeah The crowd begins to grin But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes It's no surprise It's no surprise Prepare to meet, oh-ho, your doom! Help! Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic My big top tricks will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me My bag is in the hat It's filled with this and that My visions getting fat The rabbits just a monkey in disguise Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes They will bite the hand if it is slower than The quickness of there scrutinizing eyes The quickness of there scrutinizing eyes It's no surprise Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic My big top tricks will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me Chicanary will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me Gloom, Who put the god damn hat on the bed?
Same Strange DogmaThis is unreal Burn burn burn Burn the witches Burn the witches Don't take time to sew the stitches Burn the witches Burn the witches Don't take time to sew the stitches Hand shake ring sign Snake eye bite mine Hand shake ring sign Snake eye bite mine I don't need your hate Burn burn I decide my fate Burn burn burn burn Burn your bridges Burn your bridges Don't take time to sew your stitches Burn your bridges Burn your bridges Don't take time to sew your stitches Levi crowley golden dawn Strange same dogma on and on I don't need your hate Burn burn I decide my fate We don't viscerate Your mind masturbates Burn you fucker Burn burn burn burn Burn and burn and burn the witches Burn and burn and burn the witches Burn and burn and burn the witches Don't take time to sew your stitches Burn burn Burn burn Burn burn Burn you fucker Burn the witches Burn Burn the witches Burn burn Burn the witches Burn No age no pain no gray hair Strange same dogma I don't care I don't need your hate Burn burn I decide my fate Burn you fucker We don't viscerate Burn burn Your mind masturbates Burn burn I don't need your hate I decide my fate Burn you fucker Burn you fucker This is unreal Burn the witches burn the witches Don't take time to sew your stitches Burn the witches burn the witches Don't take time to sew your stitches Burn burn Burn the witches Burn burn Burn burn
Let Your Ego DieThat she checks When she's out of time The cigarette's a spike In the spur of the moment Digging in her, side ...you fucking die... She cuts the paper with nails And her pen is bleeding poetry Nervous from the sex that she got And the wine that was spilled On her clean, white, white sheets, sheets like to see you baby All torn up inside Girl you're dead already So just, let your ego die Nervous from the sex that she got And the wine that was spilled On her clean, white, white sheets, sheets like to see you baby All torn up inside Girl you're dead already So just, let your ego die Girl you're dead already So just, let your ego die Die, die, die, die And I say you fucking die
ThingmakerIn your eye! You want to look like me You want to act like me You've got no sense of your own identity You can't begin to see That you and me makes we That's not what I want to be so Fuck you Imitation's not a flattery So, you can't begin to feel You can't begin to feel You can't begin to feel I said now fuck you I don't want to know you I don't want to know It's about time made up my mind Get out of my life you motherfucker It's about time made up my mind I'm taking what's mine you motherfucker You are made from things you steal from me So, you can't begin to feel You can't begin to feel You can't begin to feel Fuck you You suck my energy My personality You steal steal steal from me You can't begin to feel You can't begin to feel You can't begin to feel Fuck you Imitation's not a flattery so You're a pitiful thief You're a pitiful thief You're a pitiful thief Fuck you I don't want to know you I don't want to know It's about time I've made up my mind Get out of my life you motherfucker It's about time made up my mind I'm taking what's mine you motherfucker You are made from things you steal from me bitch You can't begin to feel You can't begin to feel Can't begin to feel Fuck you If you want to worship me Then just worship me Don't even try to be... You're a fucking thief You're a fucking thief You're a fucking thief Fuck you Fuck you! Imitation's not a flattery so You're a pitiful thief Your a pitiful thief You're a fucking thief I said now fuck you I don't want to know you I don't want to know I don't want to know you I don't want to know you
White KnucklesThe solid ground began to crack I pulled her down and down and down I lost my breath I thought I'd drown Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you You pulled me through with white knuckles Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you You pulled me through with white knuckles Her leg my hand a smoldering brand Sticking to her wet, body like sand Her place distaste we fell from grace Red smears across our face Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you You pulled me through with white knuckles Fistfuls of you Fistfuls of you You pulled me through with white knuckles White knuckles White knuckles White knuckles White knuckles
Luci In The Sky With DemonsI'll spread me open Stuck to my ribs Are all your infants in abortion cribs You run like roaches You try to die I know your poison In our space we'll, lie God is unfashionable, you've got to have somebody To an obscene god we will dance and spit The skin is thin in our beds we sit Take off our rings and, we kneel Our scabbed knees are so slow to heal Worships worships worships satan It's just so that they can do anything... ...a religion out of sickness and hatred I just don't understand Your sick Your sick Your sick and you're gunna stay sick Stretch a little boy hole for looking-glass people I don't want to be me I don't want to fear no Mama's got a scarecrow Got to let the corn grow A man can't always reap what he sows Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine I met a big fat bug in the devil Leave yourself to be ultra-here The chill of fall is always crawling near Spiders in the flowers never know their smell The barbers here know secrets they will never tell The devil is just an excuse... Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine Cut cut cut in pantomime mime mime I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
live As HellCake And Sodomywh-wh-white trash White trash, wh-wh-white trash White trash, wh-wh-white trash White trash, wh-wh-white trash White trash, wh-wh-white trash I am the god of Fuck I am the god of Fuck wh-wh-white trash wh-wh-white trash Virgins sold in quantity Herded by heredity Redneck burnt out midwest mind "Who said date rape isn't kind?" wh-wh-white trash wh-wh-white trash Porno porno Porno nation evaluation What's this "time for segregation?" libido libido fascination too much oral defecation White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy Time for cake and sodomy, yeah! Time for cake and sodomy Time for cake and sodomy wh-wh-white trash, white trash, wh-wh-white trash I am the god of Fuck I am the god of Fuck VCR's and vaseline T.V. fucked by plastic queens Cash in hand and a dick on screen Who said god was ever clean? wh-wh-white trash, white trash, wh-wh-white trash Bible bible bible Bible Belt round anglo waist Putting sinners to there place Yeah, right, great, if your so good Explain the shit stains on your face White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy white trash, wh-wh-white trash White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy Yeah! Time for cake and sodomy Yeah! Time for cake and sodomy
Suicide SnowmanOh no, but I'm busy, killing me I don't have time to build a suicide Because the snowman melts in spring The striped girls will not be coming back In the summer They run from me May! I don't have time to even say good-bye We are dying, as winter leaves Spring! Snow melts in my lawn and I am free, yeah Corn cob pipe and a button, nose, yeah Puddled in the grass two lumps of coal Snow melts in my lawn and I am... If I had time to kill the world I'd try But I'm busy killing what's in me I don't have time to even say good-bye We are dying as winter leaves Spring! Snow melts in my lawn and I am free, yeah Corn cob pipe and a button, nose, yeah Spring! Spring! Spring! Spring! Spring! Spring! Spring! Spring!
LunchboxWhy don't ya eat this! Bring you down On we plow! The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest try to tell me tell me he's the best But I don't really give a good god damn cause I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well, now I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well On we plow! On we plow! Someday I wanna grow up to be, yeah A big rock and roll star So no one fucks with me, yeah I got the pencils in my pocket try to put me down Want to go out gotta get down To the playground gonna throw down at the playground I wanna go out Next motherf-er gonna get my metal Next motherf-er gonna get my metal Next motherf-er gonna get my metal Next motherf-er Pow pow pow Pow pow pow Pow pow pow Pow pow pow Some day, I wanna grow up to be, yeah A big time rock and roll star So no one fucks with me, yeah I wanna grow up I wanna be A big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be A big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be So no one fucks with me, yeah I wanna grow up I wanna be A big rock and roll star
Learning To SwimI like the way he swims I bend my arms to fins Ego scales my skin I grab a sharp stick And I cut my gills The water rushes in I'm too young To live this life I wanna be the fish I like the way he swims I grab a sharp stick I'm too young to live Inside this life They want me to stay This life I cannot feign They want me to stay This life I cannot feign
My MonkeyHe got toe jam football He want monkey finger He shoot coca-cola He said "I know you, you know me" One thing I can tell you is you got to be free I'm the king of this whole planet The world of madness is a lot bigger than the world of sane I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo Knocked my monkey koo koo And now my monkey's dead At least he looks that way But then again don't we all Sanity is a little box I make music, people are affected by the music I make That doesn't mean I direct the traffic That I put a knife in somebody's hand Tell them to go kill somebody I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Misery MachineI figured to call, and tell you a little story that happened to me today I was cruising down the Fort Lauderdale strip... You know, spring break, hell You know, you get the picture... And I'm cruising down the street and I park my car, and I'm playing one of your tapes, and some guy comes up He's wearing this Bruce Springsteen T-shirt, Budweiser one hand, Marlboro cigarette in the other You know, beer and cigarettes... What a man! You get the hint! He comes up to me, and him... He and I get into this ten minute debate over whether or not you guys are satanic I'm looking at this guy like, "Get a life, okay" No, I'm serious... I will say one thing I'm glad they have people like Bruce Springsteen for one reason: to get nine million cows off of your back, so you can get the real people to come to your shows Anyway, I t... I told him that you would send him a really nice love letter, but I forgot/all I gotta do is ask his address his address But he declined... What a life, huh? Well, all I know is I'm bored, and if I have to watch Marcia Brady scream "Oh, my nose!" one more time today, I think I'm going to get a knife and go kill that Bruce Springsteen guy Well, it's been real, and I'm babbling. And, no, I have no idea what the fucking movie that is, so I guess I don't get my tape, huh? Well, have a nice day. I know... Have a nice day: Bang! Too much of that Brady Bunch shit. Talk to you later... Uh oh, why is the motor making that strange noise? I don't know Velma, and I don't like it Where are we? I don't know...Oh my gosh! Man in the front got a sinister grin Careen down highway 6-6-6 We wanna go, crush the slow As the pitchfork bends and the needles grow My arms are wheels My legs are wheels My blood is pavement We're gonna ride to the abbey of thelema to the abbey of thelema Blood is pavement Blood is pavement The grill in the front is my sinister grin Careen down highway 6-6-6 We wanna go, crush the slow As the pitchfork bends and the needles grow My arms are wheels My legs are wheels My blood is pavement We're gonna ride to the abbey of thelema to the abbey of thelema Blood is pavement When you ride your ridden when you ride your ridden We'll ride you to hell, until you are dead We'll ride you to hell, until you... I am fueled by filth and fury Do what I will I will hurry there, over there My blood is pavement My blood is pavement
RefrigeratorCake And Sodomywh-wh-white trash White trash, wh-wh-white trash White trash, wh-wh-white trash White trash, wh-wh-white trash White trash, wh-wh-white trash I am the god of Fuck I am the god of Fuck wh-wh-white trash wh-wh-white trash Virgins sold in quantity Herded by heredity Redneck burnt out midwest mind "Who said date rape isn't kind?" wh-wh-white trash wh-wh-white trash Porno porno Porno nation evaluation What's this "time for segregation?" libido libido fascination too much oral defecation White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy Time for cake and sodomy, yeah! Time for cake and sodomy Time for cake and sodomy wh-wh-white trash, white trash, wh-wh-white trash I am the god of Fuck I am the god of Fuck VCR's and vaseline T.V. fucked by plastic queens Cash in hand and a dick on screen Who said god was ever clean? wh-wh-white trash, white trash, wh-wh-white trash Bible bible bible Bible Belt round anglo waist Putting sinners to there place Yeah, right, great, if your so good Explain the shit stains on your face White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy white trash, wh-wh-white trash White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy Yeah! Time for cake and sodomy Yeah! Time for cake and sodomy
Suicide SnowmanOh no, but I'm busy, killing me I don't have time to build a suicide Because the snowman melts in spring The striped girls will not be coming back In the summer They run from me May! I don't have time to even say good-bye We are dying, as winter leaves Spring! Snow melts in my lawn and I am free, yeah Corn cob pipe and a button, nose, yeah Puddled in the grass two lumps of coal Snow melts in my lawn and I am... If I had time to kill the world I'd try But I'm busy killing what's in me I don't have time to even say good-bye We are dying as winter leaves Spring! Snow melts in my lawn and I am free, yeah Corn cob pipe and a button, nose, yeah Spring! Spring! Spring! Spring! Spring! Spring! Spring! Spring!
My MonkeyHe got toe jam football He want monkey finger He shoot coca-cola He said "I know you, you know me" One thing I can tell you is you got to be free I'm the king of this whole planet The world of madness is a lot bigger than the world of sane I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo Knocked my monkey koo koo And now my monkey's dead At least he looks that way But then again don't we all Sanity is a little box I make music, people are affected by the music I make That doesn't mean I direct the traffic That I put a knife in somebody's hand Tell them to go kill somebody I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo Knocked my monkey koo koo And now my monkey's dead Sanity is a little box Poor little monkey Sanity Break it down Do you don't ya want me to love ya? I'm comin' down fast but I'm miles above ya Tell me tell me tell me the answer You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer I'm the Pope, I'm ten times the pope, I'm a fifty times the Pope But I'm the Pope in the hills and in the mountains We are our own wicked gods With little g's and big dicks Sadistic constantly inflicting a slow demise I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo Knocked my monkey koo koo And now my monkey's dead Sanity is a little box Sanity is a little box I had a little monkey I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread Along came a choo choo Knocked my monkey koo koo And now my monkey's...dead I'm the king of this whole planet I'm the king of this whole planet I will rule this whole world Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts Mutilated monkey meat Iddity bitty birdy feet Me with out my spoon... Sanity is a little box
LunchboxWhy don't ya eat this! Bring you down On we plow! The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest try to tell me tell me he's the best But I don't really give a good god damn cause I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well, now I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well On we plow! On we plow! Someday I wanna grow up to be, yeah A big rock and roll star So no one fucks with me, yeah I got the pencils in my pocket try to put me down Want to go out gotta get down To the playground gonna throw down at the playground I wanna go out Next motherf-er gonna get my metal Next motherf-er gonna get my metal Next motherf-er gonna get my metal Next motherf-er Pow pow pow Pow pow pow Pow pow pow Pow pow pow Some day, I wanna grow up to be, yeah A big time rock and roll star So no one fucks with me, yeah I wanna grow up I wanna be A big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be A big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be So no one fucks with me, yeah I wanna grow up I wanna be A big rock and roll star
ThriftKnowing nothing here at all, yeah My cuts spread slower Pig hands reach into my sides, yeah I hate this life you give me I give you hate you live for me, yeah I love the pain you give me This hurting feels like love to me, yeah They go down town down town They go Down inside Down inside Down inside They go down town down town They go down town to sell Down town down town They go down town to sell My body hangs on hooks A cloth to society, yeah Your dollars wet my skin Makes me paper mache thrift, yeah I hate this life you give me I give you hate you live for me, yeah I love the pain you give me This hurting feels like love to me, yeah They go down town down town They go Down inside Down inside Down inside They go down town down town They go down town to sell Down town down town They go down town to sell To sell I hate this life you give to me I hate this life you give to me I hate this life you give to me I hate this life you give to me I hate this life you give to me I hate this life you give to me
FilthYour piano eye mind is detuned You are amused by your confusion Staple your face to mine if you're afraid to be alone I'll mail you razor blades for christmas If you're so disgusted then leave the wicked way You are confused by your amusement The hypocrite will be the first to see the bill You want to get rid of me You want a new lie You want to get rid of me You want a new lie You want to get rid of me You want a new lie You want to get rid of me You want a new lie It's not the same You don't mean a thing You're just another stain It's not the same You don't mean a thing You're just another stain This won't hurt You should eat the shit you speak You know you are what you think You should eat the shit you speak You know you are what you think Don't you try to judge me You're no different from what you see Don't you try to judge me You're just as filthy as filth can be like a pinata you crack open Your candy guts cascade in rainbows You decay in your own containment The sweetest insides are all coated with their filth It's not the same You don't mean a thing You're just another stain It's not the same You don't mean a thing You're just another stain You should eat the shit you speak You know you are what you think You should eat the shit you speak You know you are what you think Don't you try to judge me You're no different from what you see Don't you try to judge me You're just as filthy as filth can be
Wrapped In PlasticHallelujah! Hallelujah! ...in thy own name Guilt is a snake we beat with a rake grow in our kitchens in the pies we bake Feed it to us to squirm in our belly Twisting our guts, melt our spine to jelly Guilt is a snake, we beat with a rake To grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake Feed it to us to squirm in our belly Twisting our guts melt our spines to jelly Stay, hey don't wanna go now, stay Drove the children from their chores Handcrafted housewives into whores Fear of the beast is calling it near Creating what were hating only fear that is here Stay, hey don't want to go now, stay Come into our home, won't you stay? I know the steak is cold, but it's wrapped in Come into our home, won't you stay I know the steak is cold, but it's wrapped in plastic I'm only as deep as the self that I dig I'm only as sick as the stick in the pig Face in the mirror, the face in the mirror The face in the mirror is the face that I fear Scared and so white, scared and so white Daddy tells his daughter Mommys sleeping tonight To wash away sin you must take off your skin The righteous father wears the yellowest grin Don't wanna go now! Stay, hey don't wanna go now, stay Stay, hey don't wanna go now, stay Come into our home, won't you stay? I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in Come into our home, won't you stay? I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic Come into our home, won't you stay? I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in Come into our home, won't you stay? I know the steak is cold but it's wrapped in plastic
Dope HatThe Manson family, was a music group The music group I had was called the Family Jams and all the girls sang in the music group and all the guys played in the music group It had nothing to do with the cult It was a music group The great Hoo Doo, oh-ho, will perform a feat of prestidigitation! I peek into the hole I struggle for control The children love the show But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes Fail to see the anguish in my eyes I scratch around the brim I let my mind give in The crowd begins to grin But they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes It's no surprise It's no surprise Prepare to meet, oh-ho, your doom! Help! Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic My big top tricks will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me My bag is in the hat It's filled with this and that My visions getting fat The rabbits just a monkey in disguise Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes They will bite the hand if it is slower than The quickness of there scrutinizing eyes The quickness of there scrutinizing eyes It's no surprise Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic My big top tricks will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me Chicanary will always make you happy But we all know the hat is wearing me Gloom, Who put the god damn hat on the bed?
Get Your GunnGet Your Gunn (album version)I eat innocent meat The housewife I will beat The pro-life I will kill What you won't do I will I bash myself to sleep What you sow I will reap I scar myself you see I wish I wasn't me I am the little stick You stir me into shit I hate therefore I am Goddamn your righteous hand Goddamn, oh Lord Goddamn, oh Lord Goddamn, oh Lord Goddamn, oh Lord Pseudo morals work real well On the talk shows for the week Goddamn But your selective judgment And goodguy badges Don't mean a fuck to me Goddamn I throw a little fit, I slit my teenage wrists The most I can learn is in records that you burn Get Your Gunn, Get Your Gunn Get Your Gunn, Get Your Gunn Pseudo morals work real well On the talk shows for the week Goddamn But your selective judgments And goodguy badges Don't mean a fuck to me Goddamn Pseudo morals work real well On the talk shows for the week Goddamn But your selective judgments And goodguy badges Don't mean a fuck to me Goddamn oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no I am the VHS Record me with your fist You want me to save the world I'm just a little girl Don't, don't lie... Don't you like it? This world hurts so bad, I ought to wear a cross! All those Christian sinners can save the world by killing themselves... Pseudo morals work real well On the talk shows for the week Goddamn But your selective judgments And goodguy badges Don't mean a fuck to me Goddamn Pseudo morals work real well On the talk shows for the week Goddamn But your selective judgments And goodguy badges Don't mean a fuck to me Goddamn Get Your Gunn, Get Your Gunn Get Your Gunn, Get Your Gunn...get
Misery Machine (album version)Man in the front got a sinister grin Careen down highway 6-6-6 We wanna go, crush the slow, As the pitchfork bends and the needles grow My arms are wheels My legs are wheels My blood is pavement We're gonna ride to the abbey of thelema to the abbey of thelema Blood is pavement! Yeah! The grill in the front is my sinister grin Bugs in my teeth make me sick sick sick The objects may be larger than, they appear in the mirror My arms are wheels My legs are wheels My blood is pavement We're gonna ride to the abbey of thelema to the abbey of thelema Blood is pavement! "When you ride your ridden when you ride your ridden" Beep, beep, beep, beep, his horn went, beep, beep, beep... I am fueled by filth and fury Do what I will I will hurry there, over there Yeah! My arms are wheels My legs are wheels My blood is pavement My arms are wheels My legs are wheels My blood is pavement Yeah! Fuck it! My arms are wheels My legs are wheels My blood is pavement My arms are wheels My legs are wheels My blood is pavement pavement pavement Yeah yeah yeah! Yeah yeah yeah! Yeah yeah yeah... ...fucking mess. You are looking for trouble What is the difference if you... I'm dying We prayed our god a can of tuna fish A paradise of tuna we want...
Mother Inferior Got Her GunnGoddamn Goddamn (?)I can't here you...why are you(?) Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn Goddamn You spoonfed us saturday morning mouthfuls of maggots and lies Disguised in your sugary breakfast cereals The plates you made us clean were filled with your fears These things have hardened in our soft pink bellies We are what you have made us We have grown up watching your television We are a symptom of your christian america, the biggest satan of all This is your world in which we grow, and we will grow to hate you Hallelujah mother-fuckers I eat innocent meat The housewife I will beat The pro-life I will kill What you won't do I will I bash myself to sleep What you sow I will reap I scar myself you see I wish I wasn't me I am the little stick You stir me into shit I hate therefor I am Goddamn your righteous hand Goddamn, oh Lord Goddamn, oh Lord Goddamn, oh Lord Goddamn, oh Lord Pseudo morals work real well On the talk shows for the week Goddamn But your selective judgment And goodguy badges Don't mean a fuck to me Goddamn It's your decision (?)...there is a way around and should be a return and I think when it comes to abortion there is a better way, the way of adoption (?) I throw a little fit, I slit my teenage wrist The most I can learn is in records that you burn Get Your Gunn, Get Your Gunn Get Your Gunn, Get Your Gunn Pseudo morals work real well On the talk shows for the week Goddamn But your selective judgments And goodguy badges Don't mean a fuck to me Goddamn Pseudo morals work real well On the talk shows for the week Goddamn But your selective judgments And goodguy badges Don't mean a fuck to me Goddamn God, oh lord Damn, oh lord God, oh lord Damn, oh lord God, oh lord Damn, oh lord God, oh lord Damn, oh lord God, oh lord Damn, oh lord God, oh lord I am the VHS Record me with your fist You want me to save the world I'm just a little girl Goddamn, Goddamn Goddamn, Goddamn Pseudo morals work real well On the talk shows for the week Goddamn But your selective judgments and goodguy badges Don't mean a fuck to me Goddamn Pseudo morals work real well On the talk shows for the week Goddamn But your selective judgments and goodguy badges Don't mean a fuck to me Goddamn Get Your Gunn, Get Your Gunn Get Your Gunn, Get Your Gunn...get God, I'm not going do it, Oh Yes you are! Oh No I'm not! Yes you are! No I'm not! Yes you are! No I'm not! Yes you are! No I'm not! Yes you are! No I'm not! Yes you are...No I'm not! Sound like anybody you know?
Revelation #9Are you listening? Are you listening to me? Are you listening to me? We are our own wicked gods With little "g's" and big dicks Constantly inflicting a slow demise Sadistic stick it to my ribs I'll spread me open We try to die Are all your infants in abortion cribs We run like roaches I know your poison in our space we'll...lie To an obscene god we will dance and spit you hear boy? Don't tell your momma that I brought you here You're on the other side now There ain't no going back now Don't tell your momma that I brought you here boy! 'Cause there ain't no going back Don't tell your momma that I brought you here stick me to my ribs 'Cause there ain't no going back now Don't tell your momma that I brought you here we try to die I'll spread me open Are all your infants in abortion cribs? We run like roaches I know your poison in our space we'll lie Don't tell your momma that i brought you here 'Cause there ain't no going back now Don't tell your momma
Portrait of an American FamilyPreludeWhich direction we are going There's no knowing where were rowing Or which way the river's flowing Is it raining is it snowing? Is a hurricane a blowing? Not a speck of light is showing So danger must be growing Are the fires of hell a glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes! The danger must be growing For the rowers keep on rowing And they're certainly not showing any sign that they are slowing faster faster faster faster Stop the boat
Cake And Sodomywh-wh-white trash wh-wh-white trash White trash, wh-wh-white trash White trash, wh-wh-white trash White trash, wh-wh-white trash White trash, wh-wh-white trash I am the god of Fuck I am the god of Fuck wh-wh-white trash wh-wh-white trash Go ahead and smile, you cunt! Virgins sold in quantity Herded by heredity Redneck burnt out midwest mind "Who said date rape isn't kind?" Kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind kind.... Porno porno porno porno Porno nation evaluation What's this "time for segregation?" libido libido fascination too much oral defecation White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy Time for cake and sodomy Time for cake and sodomy wh-wh-white trash, wh-wh-white trash I am the god of Fuck I am the god of Fuck VCR's and vaseline T.V. fucked by plastic queens Cash in hand and a dick on screen Who said god was ever clean? Bible Belt round anglo waist Putting sinners to there place Yeah, right, great, if your so good Explain the shit stains on your face White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy white trash, wh-wh-white trash Cunt Fucker! Cunt Fucker! White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy White trash get down on your knees Time for cake and sodomy Yeah! Time for cake and sodomy Time for cake and sodomy
LunchboxIt's just one more way, that satan, strangles our society I bring you! Bring it down On we plow The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest try to tell me tell me he's the best But I don't really give a good goddamn cause I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well Shut up! I'm making my lunch! I wanna grow up I wanna be, a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be, so no one fucks with me, yeah Fire! I bring you... Fire! Fire! I bring you... I got the pencils in my pocket try to put me down Want to go out gotta get down To the playground gonna throw down at the playground I wanna go out Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker gonna get my metal Next motherfucker Pow pow pow Pow pow pow Pow pow pow Pow pow pow Shut up! I'm making my lunch! I wanna grow up I wanna be, a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be, so no one fucks with me Did you have fun as a kid? Ever sell yourself for a piece of candy? The most beautiful way you can tell a tale... Yeah I wanna grow up I wanna be, a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be, so no one fucks with me, yeah I wanna grow up I wanna be, a big rock and roll star I wanna grow up I wanna be, so no one fucks with me
Organ GrinderCome along... I am the face of piss and shit and sugar I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey What I want what I want is just your children I hate what I have become to escape what I hated being Calliopenis envy from your daddy You're not gonna hear what he don't want to hear What I say disgusts him He wants to be me and that scares him "Let's do a funny little dance with my funny little monkey" The black keys Here is my real head Here is my real head I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me Here is my real head They try to blink me not to think me Don't want to bring me out I am the rotten teeth my fists are lined with suckers My prison skins an eyesore-mirror-sketch-pad I am your son Your dad You fag I am your fad Here is my real head, here is my real head I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me Here is my real head Here we are, children! Come and get your lollipops! Lollipops! Come along, my little ones! If there are children here, my friend, you will die Here is my real head, here is my real head Here is my real head, here is my real head I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me Here is my real head I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me Here is my real head If there are children here, my friend, you will die!
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